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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DANGEROUS REUNION
It was the evening of Victor Vayne’s grand birthday party. The sprawling estate, a mansion perched on a cliff overlooking the shimmering ocean, was bathed in golden lights. The driveway leading up to the mansion was lined with luxury cars—sleek black sedans, sports cars in fiery reds and icy silvers, and even a few classic limousines.The sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and soft classical music floated through the air, blending with the gentle crash of waves in the distance. Distinguished guests, dressed in the finest suits and gowns, mingled under crystal chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds. The crowd was made up of business moguls, economists, merchants, and elite politicians—all rubbing shoulders in this sanctuary of wealth and power.The party was in full swing when a sleek black car pulled up to the gates. Seated in the back were Marvin and Luiz Tarejo. Luiz, dressed in a sharp navy-blue suit with a golden pocket square, looked every bit the wealthy businessman and in
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR INVITATION TO DANGER
The atmosphere in the mansion grew heavier as Victor Vayne, with his piercing gaze, continued to study Marvin, now posing as Isaiah Woods. Marvin felt a tinge of discomfort but remained composed, his face was partially hidden by the wide-brimmed hat.Victor’s voice broke the silence, his tone was sharp. “Take your head up, let me see your eyes.”Marvin didn't move, keeping his face down, with the brim of his hat hiding his eyes. He wasn’t going to let Victor see through his disguise so easily.Victor’s patience wore thin. “Are you deaf? I said take your head up.”Luiz Tarejo, sensing the tension and not wanting things to escalate, quickly stepped in. He shifted uneasily between the two men and addressed Victor with his thick Spanish accent, trying to diffuse the situation. “Victor, I insist you ease up. Isaiah Woods isn’t the kind of man who’s used to taking orders.”Victor Vayne’s eyes narrowed at Luiz's words, but he didn’t back down. His gaze stayed fixed on Marvin, who remained
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE BLADE AND THE MASK
The air in the closet felt stifling as Marvin adjusted his prosthetics, carefully pressing the edges of the fake jawline into place. He was meticulous, knowing any flaw could expose his true identity. But as the door creaked open, he froze.Marvin slowly turned, his breath catching as his eyes fell on three men blocking the doorway. Each of them gripped a machete, their faces set in cold, grim expressions. The faint gleam of steel in the dim light made his pulse quicken.Still, Marvin forced himself to remain calm. "Um, guys," he began, his voice was steady but wary, "I think you’ve got the wrong room. As you can see, I’m just a guest here, enjoying the party." He gestured lightly at his disguise, hoping to defuse the tension.The men didn’t move. Instead, they stepped forward in unison, their boots scraping against the wooden floor. Marvin’s heart pounded, but he refused to show fear.One of the men, taller than the others and clearly the leader, spoke in a low, measured tone. "We a
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR OUTSMARTING DEATH 1
The faint sound of music and laughter from the party outside the closet reached Marvin’s ears, but it felt distant—like it was happening on another world entirely. Inside the small, dimly lit closet, Marvin’s world was rapidly closing in. The walls seemed to shrink, suffocating him with every passing second. His heart raced, the pulse in his temples were loud and clear. Outside, the partygoers were oblivious to the danger that loomed so close. The night was young, filled with laughter and celebration, but for Marvin, it was about to become a nightmare.His mind raced. There were four men with him inside the closet, armed with machetes and they were getting closer. The leader, with his cruel smile, was practically savoring every second of the moment. Marvin knew he could fight—he had fought before—but this wasn’t the time for brute force. The odds were stacked against him. Three of them had weapons, and he had no room to move.What was worse, however, was the risk of exposure. If
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR OUTSMARTING DEATH 2
Marvin took a slow step forward, making them flinch. His voice dropped, calm but ominous, as if he were casually describing the weather. "You see, there’s a reason no one who tries to corner me lives to tell the tale. You think that my rivals are afraid of me only because of my schemes? No, gentlemen."His eyes flickered faintly, a subtle glow started forming at the edges. "They are afraid of what happens when I stop holding back."The faint glow from Marvin’s eyes wasn’t all—the air in the closet shifted. A low hum began to build, barely perceptible, but enough to make the machetes in the men’s hands tremble. Marvin wasn’t fully activating the Synapticore, but just enough to create the illusion of something catastrophic building.The leader’s smirk wavered, replaced by a flicker of unease. The other men shifted nervously, their grips tightening on their weapons as they exchanged uncertain glances. "What’s he doing?" one of the machete men hissed to the leader, with a cracking voice
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BURNING RAGE
The name burned in his mind like acid. Marvin’s jaw tightened as he pushed past a group of partygoers without so much as a glance. Luiz was the only one who had been with him the entire time. The only one who could have known his movements, his disguise, his plans.Marvin’s mind raced as the pieces began to fall into place. Luiz had always been jumpy, always sweating at the mere mention of Victor Vayne. But tonight, that unease had been more pronounced. Marvin hadn’t thought much of it at first—even though Luiz was fund of putting on a hard exterior, he wasn't much that hard.He was easily spooked. But now, after the ambush in the closet, Marvin couldn’t ignore the obvious."He sold me out."Marvin’s teeth ground together as his anger flared. He believed Luiz Tarejo was the one who had betrayed him, no doubt tipping off Victor Vayne’s men. The ambush had been too precise, too deliberate to be a coincidence. And the fact that his own man had revealed his real name—Marvin Richmond—c
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHEN DOUBT CREEPS IN
Marvin’s grip tightened ever so slightly. He leaned in, his voice was a low growl that only Luiz could hear."You’re going to tell me everything," Marvin hissed. "Right here, right now."Luiz’s breath hitched, his face turned pale and drenched in sweat as he tried to muster a response. Luiz winced slightly, biting down on his lip to avoid crying out. Despite the pain, he forced himself to appear calm, glancing nervously at the surrounding guests.“What… wha… what do y-you mean?” Luiz stammered, his voice was shaky but low enough not to draw attention.Marvin leaned in closer, his lips near Luiz’s ear. His voice was cold and cutting, like ice slicing through flesh.“You can pretend all you like, but I am aware of your stance against me in my fight against Victor Vayne,” Marvin hissed. “Now tell me… how far has the news spread?”Luiz’s eyes widened in shock, and his lips trembled. “Marvin, no! What are you talking about? I haven’t betrayed you!” he whispered, his Spanish accent was thi
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A CALL FOR LEVERAGE
Marvin narrowed his eyes and frowned deeply at Luiz Tarejo, studying the man’s trembling form with cold intensity. Luiz swallowed hard, his throat went dry as he avoided Marvin's gaze, his breathing was uneven and shallow. For a long moment, the air between them felt suffocating, and it was heavy with unspoken accusations and tension.Without breaking eye contact, Marvin reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The click of the screen unlocking sent a jolt through Luiz, who instinctively shifted on his feet but dared not move further.Marvin dialed a number, his fingers were steady despite the storm brewing inside him. When the call connected, he spoke with a calm but firm voice that carried a weight of authority."Hello, Uncle Christopher."The voice on the other end responded almost immediately. It was deep and warm with a hint of concern. "Hello, Marvin. What’s going on?"Marvin’s jaw tightened as he turned slightly, ensuring no one else could overhear. "Uncle, I’m in
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THE BIRTH OF MADNESS
Marvin’s voice stayed calm, but the weight of it pressed against her mind like a steady hand."What happened after he injected her?" he asked gently.Mrs. Evelyn’s eyes flickered. Her lips trembled, and her voice came slow and dazed, like she was drifting between the past and the present."She screamed..." she said weakly. "Not like anything I’d ever heard. Her body shook." She paused. After a few days, her veins started glowing blue, her skin turned cold and... parts of her fingers, her toes... they started withering.""Like... like something inside was eating her alive."Marvin’s throat tightened. His pulse pounded in his ears.Mrs. Evelyn’s voice broke again. "During that time, I nursed her. I tried my best... I didn’t know what to do. All the time she was burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. I kept asking him what he did… but he just kept telling me, 'This is the last resort… the last resort…' over and over."Her mouth twitched, and her eyes stared blankly forward."I
SAME PAIN DIFFERENT VICTIMS
A slow smile crept across Marvin’s lips as he realized something—no one was here to witness what was about to happen.This was perfect.But even with the advantage, a deep sense of urgency gripped him. He had to act fast.A sharp memory surfaced—Mrs. Evelyn’s instrument, the Solstium.The last time she used it on him, it had drained every ounce of strength from his body, leaving him breathless, weak… and coughing out blood.His fingers twitched. The pain of that moment was still fresh. He couldn’t afford to let it happen again.Even though he had only trained a few times since then, he had to get this one right.His mind sharpened, pushing past doubt. He had studied the balance of sound, airwaves, and frequency. He had practiced—just like he did with the rabbit in uncle Christopher's lab.Slowly, he reached out with his telepathic maneuver, with his energy stretching toward Mrs. Evelyn’s mind.The air around them shifted. A subtle vibration hummed through the space.Mrs. Evelyn blin
TENSION AT THE MEZZANINE
Marvin’s jaw tightened. His mind raced through possible ways to turn the situation around, to regain control. But no matter how hard he tried, he kept hitting a wall. Mrs. Evelyn Harold had outplayed him. He had destroyed her submarine, destroyed her research, and yet, here he was—backed into a corner with no clear escape.It was a great surprise really how she could be so smart to gain back the upper hand even when it seemed like she lost everything. His fingers curled slightly against the table. He had built his empire through strategy, through knowing when to push and when to retreat, and this was one of those moments where pride had to be set aside. He needed to think, to buy time.Mrs. Evelyn watched him with quiet amusement, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted. She raised her hand slightly, and the attendants and servers around the mezzanine stopped moving.“Leave us,” she commanded, her tone was sharp and unquestionable.Without hesitation, the servants quickly m
THE WOMAN WITH NOTHING TO LOSE
Marvin’s gaze remained steady as he stepped forward, his expression remained unreadable. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor. As he reached the table, he pulled out the chair and took his seat, with his eyes never leaving Mrs. Evelyn Harold.Then, with a smirk that barely reached his eyes, he greeted her."Mrs. Harold," he said, his voice was low and smooth. "It’s an honor."Mrs. Evelyn Harold’s smile did not waver, but there was a glint of something unreadable in her gaze. She set her wine glass down, with her fingers tapping lightly against its rim.Her eyes flickered to his empty hands. "Where is your award?" she asked, arching a brow.Marvin leaned back slightly, his fingers brushing against the armrest of the chair. "I gave it to a friend to hold for me," he said simply, with a tone that was casual but carrying an unmistakable undertone of meaning.Mrs. Evelyn’s lips pressed together briefly before she exhaled, swirli
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Helena’s grin widened as she gazed at Marvin, and her eyes were sparkling with admiration.“Congratulations, Marvin. I told you that you would win.”Marvin chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Well, what can I say? Thank you for believing in me.”Helena’s gaze shifted to the award in his hand. She reached out, brushing her fingers against its smooth surface.“This award… it’s more than just a trophy. It’s proof of your hard work, your brilliance. You deserve this, Marvin.”Marvin smiled, but his eyes remained locked on her. His voice softened as he spoke.“However, having you in front of me is a greater reward than this one in my hand.”Before Helena could respond, Marvin closed the distance between them, cupping her face gently. With a steady gaze, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers in a deep, passionate kiss.The world around them faded. The applause, the murmuring voices, the flashing lights—it all became a distant hum. In that moment, it was just the two of them, wrap
WRITTEN IN HISTORY
Marvin took a deep breath, letting the moment sink in. The weight of the award in his hands was a reminder of how far he had come.He looked up, his gaze was steady as he addressed the audience. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable strength."First, I want to thank my uncle, Christopher Richmond. Without him, I wouldn't be standing here today. When I was lost, he guided me. When I doubted myself, he believed in me. He taught me that greatness isn’t given—it’s earned. Uncle Christopher, this victory is as much yours as it is mine. Thank you."The audience clapped warmly. Some nodded in agreement, recognizing the older Richmond’s contributions.Marvin continued, "I also want to express my gratitude to the Neovalle government. Years ago, when I presented my project—Helios—it was just an idea, a dream. But this city saw potential where others saw nothing. They gave me my first real platform, and from there, Helios took off. The rest… well, the rest is history. Thank you for believ
CROWNING TRIUMPH
Marvin sat still, his body was tense as the anticipation in the hall thickened. His heart pounded hard against his ribs, each beat was echoing in his ears like a war drum. He felt the pressure of the moment gripping him, the weight of countless expectations resting on his shoulders. His fingers twitched slightly against his thighs, his breath was slow but measured.Meanwhile, Richard Whitfield sat with an air of supreme confidence. He smirked, his chin slightly raised, as if he had already envisioned himself walking onto that stage and shaking hands with the First Lady. The gleam in his eyes screamed victory, his demeanor was one of a man who believed the night belonged to him.Mrs. Evelyn Harold held the decorated envelope in her hands, with her fingers resting lightly on its golden edges. As she stared at the bold lettering inside, her brows furrowed slightly. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face—annoyance? Displeasure? Whatever it was, it did not go unnoticed.Ma
TECH MAN OF THE YEAR
Marvin’s breath caught in his throat. His pulse quickened as he gazed at Helena, his eyes looked to be searching hers, desperate to understand what she was about to say. He could see the conflict within her, the hesitation and longing battling beneath her trembling lips."Because of what?" Marvin asked, his voice was barely above a whisper.Helena swallowed hard, her hands were still lightly touching his face. Slowly, she exhaled, as if gathering the courage to reveal the truth she had hidden for so long."Because I love you, Marvin," she said softly, with a voice that was filled with raw emotion. "I wanted to be with you in every way possible. I wanted to love you the way a human woman could."Marvin’s brows furrowed slightly, his heart was pounding against his ribs.Helena continued, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "I sacrificed my Synapticore Force... so I could be with the man I love. So I could make love to you, hold you, flesh on flesh and experience life as you do."Ma
A NIGHT OF FATE AND PASSION
By the way, Marvin could see the depth of her longing, the unspoken pain in her words. And now, his own emotions swirled in a confusing mess of guilt, regret, and sorrow. He felt a lump in his throat and struggled to find the right words, but his shame kept him quiet. What could he say? He had never imagined this side of her—this vulnerable, broken part.Before he could speak, the sound of footsteps echoed from nearby, and the illusion of solitude was shattered. A few people were beginning to walk in the direction of their secluded spot, unaware of the intimate moment they were interrupting.Marvin shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed. The conversation, so private, suddenly felt too vulnerable, too raw for anyone to overhear. He looked at Helena, who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. Her tears were still falling, but there was nothing he could say to ease her pain now—not with others coming closer.Helena’s expression remained unreadable, but Marvin could feel the weight of
